Roadside Assistance





It was late on a snowy afternoon and I had been out all day, Christmas shopping.

I was on my way home when my car slid into the ditch. I tried backing out but it

stalled and I could not get it started again. Using my car phone, I called my

husband at work and told him what had happened.



"Honey, I've got meetings until almost 7 tonight," said Bob. "I'll see if someone

else can come get you. Stay put until he gets there, ok?"



I shivered in the frosty air. "I will. I'm getting cold though. How long will it

take?"



"I'm not sure. You're out in the middle of nowhere. Find something to wrap up in

and try to keep warm until he can get to you."



I wrapped up in every article of clothing in the car, but I was still frozen.

Desperate, I remembered I had bought a bottle of whiskey for my boss, so I dug

around in the packages until I found it and started sipping. I rarely drink

anything, and never drink hard liquor, so it gave me a real jolt as it burned its

way down my throat. I felt a warmth moving outward from my stomach and stopped

shivering. I took a couple more and was soon feeling very comfortable, despite

the cold. The windows fogged over and it seemed as though I was in my own icy

world.



It was quite a bit later when I heard rapping on my window. I realized I had

consumed quite a bit of the whiskey and had trouble coordinating myself enough to

unlock my door. As it opened I looked up and saw a man peering in at me. Another

guy was looking over his shoulder.



"Boy, am I glad to see you guys. I was afraid nobody was coming. Are you the ones

my husband sent to get me?" I was trying not to slur as I spoke.



"Jesus, she's plastered," said the guy in the rear. "We better get her out of

here before she freezes to death."



"Uh, yeah lady. We're the guys. He said to come get you," the first man told me.

"Let's go get you in a warm car."



I stepped out of the car and promptly slipped and fell down face first in the

snow. I giggled as both men helped me up. When we got to the car I slid into the

middle, between them. The car felt very warm and comfortable.



As soon as we got started, I dozed off. I was dreaming, and I felt like I was

floating in a warm cocoon. After a while I thought I felt hands rubbing my

breasts and sliding inside my clothes, but I was too drunk to care. I woke up

once, when we stopped and three other guys got in the back seat, then went back

to sleep.



I felt the car stop and hands helping me out and inside. I thought I was home. I

was walked upstairs and into a bedroom. Strange hands guided me toward the bed.

In my drunken state, I assumed I was home and my husband was getting me ready for

bed.



One of the guys pulled back the covers and helped me into bed. As I turned over

onto my stomach, I noticed another one taking off his belt. I was almost asleep

again when I heard the air whistle and felt my ass explode in sudden fire.

Screaming, I spun around to see him holding the belt in his hand.



"I want her awake. Turn her back over. She needs a few more whacks."



The guys grabbed my hands and legs and pulled me back onto my stomach. I screamed

in pain as they began beating me again. By the time he stopped my rear end was on

fire and I was totally sober. The hands holding me let go and I lay there sobbing

into the pillow.



"Get up." I didn't move. CRACK!! "I said, get up! You need another strapping?"



Covering my burning rear, I turned over and stood up. "Ok, bitch. Time to strip.

Take off your clothes." Shaking, I slowly undressed. The guys hooted as each

article of clothing came into view. When I was totally naked I stood with my head

down as they looked me over.



One of they guys walked up close to me. "Not bad, but she's a little plump. We'll

see how well she can suck and fuck." The others laughed. He reached out and

tweaked a nipple. "You ever fucked five guys at once, baby? Today's your chance.

Lay down on the bed."



They made me lay on the bed while they lashed my arms to the bedposts. When they

tied ropes to my ankles, I assumed my legs would be bound to the other posts.

Instead, they were pulled up over my head and tied to the same posts as my hands.

This doubled me over with my rear end up in the air and much of my weight on my

neck. My legs were spread wide and my pussy and asshole were fully exposed.



"Holy shit. look at that big old pussy," the leader said. "You must fuck anything

that walks to get a pussy that big." The others laughed as he walked over to the

bed. Grabbing each of my lips in a different hand, he pulled them as far apart as

he could. "What are you, some kind of a whore? You must really fuck a lot!"



One of the guys got out a camera and started taking some pictures. "We need

something to remember you by," he laughed. "A few closeups of your slutty pussy

will help. Now we need some action shots."



"Well, then, how about a few more dicks up her hole?" asked one of the others.

"Get her nice and wet, Jim."



"I agree," Jim said. Everyone stripped naked and I was suddenly looking at five

very stiff pricks. Without a word, Jim knelt on the bed and drove his cock into

my dry pussy. As I cried out in pain, a second man stepped between my legs and

squatted on my chest. He thrust his thick cock into my open mouth and pushed it

as far in as he could.



"If you bite it, I will cut off those fat tits of yours," he threatened me. "The

better job you do, the sooner you can breathe again."



I realized he was right; I had no choice. I began rubbing the bottom of his cock

with my tongue as he fucked in and out of my mouth. Meanwhile, Jim continued his

assault on my sore pussy. Because of the way I was doubled over, he was thrusting

deeper inside me than my husband ever had. Despite my fear, I felt my pussy

getting wetter and I began to feel excited by the deep hard fuck I was getting. I

could not see Jim, but I felt him spasm and shoot a load deep inside me, just as

the man fucking my mouth pulled out and shot his cum all over my face and hair.



They both got up, and immediately two more men mounted me, fucking my face and

pussy until they too shot on me and inside me. I was getting close to cumming,

and actually wanted someone else to fuck me, so I could cum. The last man got up

for a blowjob and Jim returned to my pussy.



After a few thrusts, I felt him pull out. "You are really juicing up. You love

getting gang fucked, don't you? You're a real whore. Now you're too sloppy," he

said. "Maybe I'll fuck that fat ass of yours."



Wildly I tried to twitch from side to side, avoiding the inevitable, but it was

no use. I felt Jim rub some used cum on it, then press the head of his cock

against my poor asshole. It soon gave way and the head pushed inside. Working

back and forth to get more in, Jim's balls were soon slapping against my upturned

ass. After the last guy came in my mouth and got up, I could look down and see

his thick cock moving in and out of my asshole.



Soon he was pumping a big load deep into my bowels. As the second man mounted me

and slipped into my now open asshole, Jim moved up to my face and ordered me to

lick it clean. When I turned my head, he grabbed one nipple and twisted it so

hard I cried out. Resigned, I opened my mouth. I could taste my own shit as I

licked his cock clean.



One by one the men all mounted me and fucked my asshole, then forced me to orally

clean their cocks. By the time they finished I was exhausted and felt like I had

been given a cum enema.



The guys all got dressed and I thought my ordeal was almost over, but they left

me tied to the bed with my legs still pulled up over my head. They went out into

another room and I was left alone with my fears. What if they showed those

pictures to people I knew? What if they never let me go? I had to get out of

here. I struggled against the ropes, but they were too tight and I was too

exhausted from the cold car and the liquor and the hard fucking I had just

gotten. I still had not cum and I could feel the pent-up sexual frustration, as

well.



I laid there on the bed for hours, wondering what was going to happen to me. My

hips cramped up and I felt like a pretzel. I was almost glad when the guys

finally returned. Maybe they were going to at least put me into a new position to

be raped, so I could get some relief. One of the men knelt on the bed, between my

legs, and started rubbing my swollen pussy lips. Jim came and sat on the edge of

the bed, near my head.



"We're going to let you go in a little bit," he said. I smiled in relief and

thanks. "Before we do, though, we wanted to give you a little present to make

life easier. It's just our way of thanking you for being such a good fuck."



I felt Steve squeeze a cool lotion on me, then start rubbing it in. It soothed my

aching pussy. He sipped a finger into my pussy and started stroking it in and

out.



"How's that? Feel a little better?" he asked and I moaned in reply, pushing my

mound up to meet his hand. "I'm sorry. I can't hear you. Should I stop?"



"No, please don't stop," I begged as I felt his hand start to withdraw. "That

felt good."



"Did you come when we all fucked you?" Steve asked.



"No. I got close, but then you stopped."



"Would you like to come now?"



"Yes, I need to come."



"Well, you really are a slut, aren't you?" chuckled Steve. "Asking a guy you

don't even know to masturbate you in front of four other strangers. You were a

good fuck, though. I guess you deserve it. Just let me know when you get close."



He started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he continued finger fucking me. I

could feel it swell with lust as I bucked up to meet his hand. He put his other

hand on me and pulled my pussy open so my clit popped out into the open.

Concentrating on rubbing it, he soon had me close.



"Ohhh, yes... I'm almost there," I groaned as my clit thickened and stood out

even further.



Steve immediately stopped rubbing. I cried out in frustration as they all watched

me, lying there with my legs pulled over my head, hunching my ass up against the

air in a desperate attempt to cum. They waited until I stopped writhing around,

then started again.



Four times they did that to me, four times they brought me right to the brink of

orgasm then stopped and laughed as I wiggled and drooled and ultimately begged

for relief. Finally they offered to give me the cum I so desperately needed.



"You have to promise to do anything I ask, any time I ask, though," Jim said. "I

know who you are and where you live. I own you now, understand?"



I nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, I understand. I'll do anything. Just fuck me!"



Jim laughed. "Fuck you? No thanks, you can take care of yourself." He untied one

hand and I immediately buried it in my aching pussy, rubbing myself to orgasm in

thirty seconds flat."



As I was laying there, enjoying my relief, Jim spoke. "Here's your first

assignment. Friday night I'm hosting a party. I expect you to provide the

entertainment." He grinned. "I think I'm going to like having my own whore!"